Up or down

Eyelashes stare , gazing 

At the spiralling depth

My spirits began to spin.

The ornamental side-rail

Screamed for attention

I didn't admire it.

Each step, a hurdle

I pronounced, with scarce 

Doubts assailed, multiplied

The enigmatic steps

Running down

Or climbing in an ascent?

How would she reach me?

Should I languish in eternity?

Or make a move?

The echo of her

Red-heeled feet ,

I peered in the direction

Unsure i was

Was she gaily dressed in colours?

Or mourning in black?

Tapping  of her feet

Grew louder.

With a face

Devoid of emotions,

Her shadow crossed mine.

Away she melted

Into nothingness

Folly,  I realized

Long after she left.

The fragrance of her silent sermon

I inhaled deeply.

Oscillating pendulum of laughter 

or tick-tock of gloom

Will pass away, merge.

Change is constant 

Seasons change

But hope is eternally green.

                                            Written for : Magpie Tales